Isabel wanted to call him Scooby. Except Scooby Doo was already named Scooby. So she thought...and thought...and thought. So she asked her mom a question.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Isabel," her Mom answered.
"How big will Scooby get? This big?" and she held her arms out very, very wide.
"Yes," answered her Mom, "Bigger!"
"This big?" and she held her arms out very, very, very wide.
"Even bigger," said her Mom.
"THIS big?" asked Isabel, standing on her tippy-toes and holding her arms out very, very, very, very, very wide.
"Yup," replied her Mom, "Just about that big."
That gave Isabel something to think about. She thought. And thought. (And thought just a little, teeny bit more.)
"OK! Since Scooby will be so, so, SO, SO, SO big, I'll call him Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo!"
Her Mom thought that was a great idea. And every day, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo got just a little bit BIGGER. And BIGGER. And even BIGGER!
Isabel would take him for a walk and she'd say,"C'mon Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo!" or "Sit, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" or "Stay, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" and even "Lie down, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo".
Well, you can imagine how much work all that Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo-ing was taking. Just when Isabel would finish saying one thing to Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo, she'd be onto the next. And she kept getting out of breath. AND Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo would get bored of hearing such a long, long, long, long, LONG name and simply...walk away...or lie down...or give her a humongous lick on the nose, which got her whole entire face wet, because his tongue was bigger than her whole face.
Well. It just wasn't going to work. So Isabel decided that the only thing to do was to make his name shorter. She tried "Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo". But, as you can guess, it was still too long. Then she tried, "Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo". Still...too long. Then, " Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" and then "Scooby-Dooby-Doo" and then finally " Scooby-Doo". And that wouldn't work...because that was the REAL Scooby-Doo's name.
So Isabel made a big, humongous decision. She changed her dog's name to Fred.
The end.
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These stories are very cute. My son, many years ago, used to write his own books. He'd draw all of the pictures, tell us the story, and we'd write it down for him. These books are still treasured possessions, many , many years later!
Thanks Anne. Appreciate you stopping by. We have a lot of fun coming up with new stories.
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